Bob goes to work at 7 am. He wakes up at 6, gets out of bed to turn off the screeching alarm, goes to the bathroom where he pisses in the rusty toilet (he never misses, not even a drop!), washes his face and hands (in that order), brushes his teeth, and gets dressed. Then, he moves to the kitchen,...
The SUPER market, the most super out of all markets, superior, stupendous, superfluous. It's 2:22 am and my supreme supply of beer and/or rubbing alcohol had run out. Naturally, I felt the strong gravitational pull towards the SUPER market, 24/7 SUPER open. I did not fight it. Instead, I just floated on a space-time wave, my lightcone enveloping...
The singular blue-white austere neon tube cast elongated shadows over the shelves in the janitorial closet. The clinking of metals on wood reverberated in the empty great hall as the woman gathered her arsenal of cleaning supplies: awfully toxic chemicals, old but professional-grade mops, brooms and a sad, muddied plastic bucket. Slowly, she...
Story inspired by the song "Ведьма и Осел" (Ved'ma I Osel) by Korol I Shut
Click. Click. Click. So maddeningly repetitive. Hours upon hours of the same sound, looped endlessly. It would truly drive one insane. But she was too caught up in her work to notice. And like her are oh so many. It's as if none ever hear the sickening clicking of the keys. And all of this for what?
On the massive Japanese cypress wooden table covered in a beautifully and masterfully hand-embroidered red and gold satin cloth stretched a seemingly endless river of overflowing fine China dishes, steaming-hot metal pots and pans and small porcelain glasses filled to the brim with sake. In the white dishes adorned with blue flowers, dragons and...